[Wanda gives her a brittle smile and moves towards the tea cabinet. She wants to believe it, but...there were more cells than Avengers. Plenty of places to toss other 'inconvenient' people.
And she has seen enough of Ross's mind to know that if he catches Daisy and the others, he will absolutely make an example of them out of pure spite.]
I...I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I've caused enough trouble.
[Would Clint and Sam and Scott have been thrown in a place like the Raft if she hadn't been there? For them, it was mostly overkill. For her, it was just barely enough. And maybe if she'd been stronger in Lagos this never would have happened to begin with.
She pulls boxes of tea bags out of the counter one by one, trying to focus on the embossed texture of the cardboard and the slight weight of the boxes in her hands. Solid, real. This is real.
'Tension Tamer'...she's not sure what's in that but it's worth setting aside to consider later. Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast...nope. It's too much to hope she'll find something like that floral blend she loves here, but--]
What is this...? [She turns to Daisy, holding up a box of Constant Comment, temporarily brought of her dark mood. Of all the things to name a tea, why?] This is not a flavor. Or a useful description.
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And she has seen enough of Ross's mind to know that if he catches Daisy and the others, he will absolutely make an example of them out of pure spite.]
I...I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I've caused enough trouble.
[Would Clint and Sam and Scott have been thrown in a place like the Raft if she hadn't been there? For them, it was mostly overkill. For her, it was just barely enough. And maybe if she'd been stronger in Lagos this never would have happened to begin with.
She pulls boxes of tea bags out of the counter one by one, trying to focus on the embossed texture of the cardboard and the slight weight of the boxes in her hands. Solid, real. This is real.
'Tension Tamer'...she's not sure what's in that but it's worth setting aside to consider later. Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast...nope. It's too much to hope she'll find something like that floral blend she loves here, but--]
What is this...? [She turns to Daisy, holding up a box of Constant Comment, temporarily brought of her dark mood. Of all the things to name a tea, why?] This is not a flavor. Or a useful description.